A Pinkies Nightmare

>Day "Cactus as a dick" Day
>what a beautiful, sunny day
>all the ponies are all over the place, enjoying today
>Much chatter is in the air and so is a lovely scent of food
>You follow the scent to a familiar place
>Sugarcube Corner
>you enter and see Mr. Cake at the counter
>he sees you and waves
>"Hey, Anon. Pinkie wanted to see you today and asked if I see you, i'd tell you to meet her in the kitchen"
>well, that's new
Ok. I'll go see her
>you enter the kitchen and see pinkie pie moving everywhere in the process of making baked goods
>she stops when she sees you and rushes towards you
>"Anon, you came!"
>she gives you a big huge and in turn, you do the same
>She then looks at you with lustful eyes
>"Nonny, I wanted to see you again. I wanted your help make me a 'cream pie'."
You want me to stuff you until you're full?
>"Oh~ yes~!"
Ok, go wait by the dining table and I'll get ready for you
>She zooms to the chair and sits down
>when she does she is tied to the chair by sudden straps, including her neck
>she looks around frantically for help then sees the "WAS" clear table
>The remains of Rainbow Dash
>next to the table was you in a chef outfit with a smile on your face
Bon Appetit, bitch!
>you start using your glove to cut pieces of dash and start feeding it to pinkie
>every time you cut, rainbow weakly screams
>every time to feed her parts, she cries and gets fatter
>and every second is giving you a bigger smile
What's the matter? You told me to stuff you, right?
>more cries while chewing the flesh of her friend
>she is now a big a a pig and can't move
>you shove the remains of dash off the table and put a cooking pan upon it
>slapping pinkie on the pan and place an apple in her mouth
>open the oven and place the meal onto the rack
>wait, what's the temperature for cooking a pony without it turning into ashes?
>you grab a cook book, frantically looking through the pages
>nothing
Crap, I don't have the proper instructions. I guess I must not continue on...
>she looks at you with hope in her eyes
>you toss the book over your shoulder
NAH! I'll improvise!
>with her muffles scream, you kick her in and close the door
>Let's set it to...Hotterenell for ten minutes!
>while we wait for the pinkie surprise to bake, lets bash the twin foals heads together
>after ten minutes, the timer goes off
>you open the oven an behold!
>a dark brown pony, ready to serve a demon of one
>you look at it again
Shit, I forgot to strip the fur off
>The last thing you want to eat is burnt hair
>you laugh hard at your forgetfulness
>as you leave, you grab a lollipop from the counter and start sucking
>tonight was a good night
>on Elm Street